Taken Captive
Ratchet slowly awoke. It was dark, and he was flying in a ship that was being driven by a Cazar who looked as if he had just returned from World War Two's Fallujah. His face was covered with scars that were slightly turning from blood-red to pus-yellow. He wore a small, evil grin to add to how much of a bad guy he already looked like. He also saw that Talwyn was sitting next to him. He couldn't tell but it looked almost as if she was crying. Nah, she wasn't. She never does. Right?
"Ah…" The Cazar said softly in a deep voice. "It seems that our prisoner has awoken. Of course, we don't intent to kill you. Well, not yet. We aren't…" There was a light pause as the Cazar put the ship on auto-pilot and turned to meet Ratchet's eyes. "…instructed to. You see what I mean of course." Ratchet's mind raced with questions that he desperately needed answers to. Where was he? Where was he going? And who was this weird person who was taking him there? "We haven't been properly introduced," The pilot continued, still on auto-pilot. "Just call me Scar." Figures. "I am taking you to your worst nightmare, Ratchet." Well, that answers two of my questions. Well, one and a half. He noticed that Talwyn still hadn't spoken a word. She wasn't crying any more. She was merely staring glumly into the floor as if she could find happiness if she looked deep enough into the pads. Ratchet pitied her gravely. It wasn't at all her fault that she was taken captive along with him. Still, he could not guess who as behind it all.
It took hours of nonstop flight to get to where they were going. But it was easy to tell where it was. As they approached the deathly-black planet, the ship's voice said: 'Now approaching Yaetalis.' Ratchet's head bolted up. That was a dying planet. It had been evacuated years ago. Something about how there was a poisonous gas released from a mill, the contents of which, no one knew. But, something he did know was that the earliest forms of life on that planet, being the religious Fongoids, had adopted Legalist laws. This meant that they set strict laws and would harshly and even gravely punish anyone who dared disobey them. Often meaning torture. There were probably torture tools still there…
Ratchet ever so strenuously tried and tried and tried some more to loosen the ropes of which he was bound to. He grunted and fought as Talwyn just sat there helplessly. He wondered how they would kill them. When they landed, The Cazar got out. He walked around the ship. Then, he opened the back hatch, drew a large knife, and said, "Welcome to h---, Lombax," and with that, he sliced the rope binding Ratchet, as well as severely gashing his hands. The torture had begun. He could tell just by the cries of pain and terror escape his mouth.
The Cazar carried him, accompanied by a few more, one of which carried Talwyn, who had finally realized what was going on, and she started to whimper. They entered a large building that was so low it looked like it only had a basement. As they walked inside, he found that that was true. There was just a dark, weakly lit hallway, with eerie rooms that were pitch black, but you could still see razor sharp tools, and the outlines of restrainer chairs. At the end, there was a spiraling staircase. He guessed it would take them down to the death chasm unknown. He was so weak, that the mere spiraling down this staircase made him nauseous. They went through a door when they finally reached the floor that really looked like it could have come out of a submarine. They entered a room that was partially lit by two nearly-burnt out lights. They dropped him to the floor, and one of the minions that wasn't carrying something brought out a titanium chair, the kind that are supposed to be uncomfortable. He took out a kind of epoxy, and glued it to the floor. Ratchet could pretty easily guess why. After that, the Cazar who had flown them to this backwater planet kicked him, knocking him into a position where he was on his back, and ripped his shirt of armor off. The same followed with every bit of clothing that he had. This was by far the most demeaning thing that had every happened to him in his life. After they did this, they sat him in the chair. Ratchet could not fight, he could not even move, he was so weak. But he could see perfectly now. And speak. He figured this out after bellowing out all of the seven swear words you should never use in one sentence as an insult. That only made the pilot kick him swiftly in the face. They all left with Talwyn in their arms, as she screamed and pleaded helplessly. "NO! STOP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS YOU…" That was all Ratchet had heard after the doors shut. He let out a cold, broken breath of dead fear. Then, he heard a voice behind him.
"It's time to meet your end, my dear Lombax," It said in a low voice, almost as if it was broken. It was very deep, and familiar, like he'd killed it. Wait…
He turned to see what he wouldn't have expected to see in the next million years. There was Lord Vorselon.